you were born on the losing side of an argument so great it nearly cut your mother in half. to his knowledge, he shook you once, became your father and a hider of the rattled hand. when I wanted to drink, I watched you not sleep, and carried you to sounds I could not make. we each had one eye that believed in god. what eye you had made artifact of light itself. light’s longing.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
you were born on the losing side of an argument so great it nearly cut your mother in half. to his knowledge, he shook you once, became your father and a hider of the rattled hand. when I wanted to drink, I watched you not sleep, and carried you to sounds I could not make. we each had one eye that believed in god. what eye you had made artifact of light itself. light’s longing.
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